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The following notes were written by Philip G. Furbish
at the age of 80 years.
 

 
                      Notes.-                                                       May 7, 1965
                 By Philip G. Furbish
(6-Pages) . 
                        Blacksmith Shop

My Uncle Charles Furbish my fathers brother left his home in Eliot, Me., at the age of 17 years., to Dover, N.H. to learn the blacksmith trade. In a few years he started a large shop on Kirkland Street in the city of Dover, N.H. he had a large building consisting on the ground floor a horse shoeing room a wood-working room with ? Frye the Carpenter a large room where the bellows where Uncle Chas did his iron work. At ? he has a small office near his horse shoeing dept. Upstairs he had large rooms where Newall Young did carriage painting for years. There was a steep platform down to the ground for pulling & lowering the carriages to the paint shop Minnie Furbish my uncle Chas daughter worked in his office as book-keeper date ? His son Charles worked for him a while until he went to work on the B. & M. as fireman. After that his son Ralph worked with him until my uncles death when he -

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Cont.                          Notes -                                             May 7, 1965
 2                    By Philip G. Furbish
 

               Blacksmith Shop - (in Dover, N.H.)

took over the business to run for a while. Guess it didn't pay very well so he moved to his home on the "Back River Road", and started a blacksmith shop. Soon after that the M&M Bakery bought the old building for a storage place for automobiles. Last I knew the old building was burned down and on this date don't know what is on that site. The auto's is what killed the blacksmith business. That was a long ride with a horse every morning & night for my Uncle (to& from his home so far away). Before the electric cars he used to drive over from Dover (when my father was alive) to his birth-place, any a Sunday to see us folks. Sometimes some of them came across the river in a row-boat and walk up to the house through the "Hanscom pasture" during the summer. My Uncle

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Cont.                          Notes -                                             May 8, 1965
 3                    By Philip G. Furbish
 

                    Blacksmith Shop

Charles F. Furbish was a wonderful blacksmith and also a kind hearted man. He raised about 6 children of his own and 2 or three adopted ones. I can just remember when a small boy, how my father took "Joe" & I over to the circus with Uncle "Charlie". I recall very vivid how dark it was coming out of the big tent that night and how timid we boys were in a strange place with so many people around. I have heard Wilbur tell about Uncle Charles taking "he and cousin Roy to a big circus one afternoon in Dover, N.H., and what a wonderful time they had". He told about Uncle Charles said - "Give these boys some pink-lemonade" while at the circus grounds. While I was working at the Boston & Maine Car Shops in Concord, N. H. my uncle Chas. Made me a short & long screw-driver for my bit-

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Cont.,                         Notes -                                             May 8, 1965
 # 4                    By Philip G. Furbish
 

                                   Blacksmith Shop
                                      (in Dover, N.H.)

brace to use in carpentry shop at Concord, N. H. in 1905. He did this free of charge. In an other article that was written by me (some time ago) I stated how uncle Chas sharpened the drills & other tools at the time I dug a new well at home in Eliot, Me (Free) That sure was a big help blasting out the solid blue ledge at the new well under the hill at home.
My Uncle Chas had a heart of gold. I made a lot of trips (with my horse & team) with dull picks & drills to uncles blacksmith shop in Dover, N.H. that summer. Had my horse shod at his shop many times at a reduced price. In 1912 my uncle made me a new fancy iron bracket to hang a "Furbish's Hill" sign on from the maple shade tree front of the house. (No charge.) A dandy bracket!
 

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Cont.,                         Notes -                                             May 9, 1965
   5                    By Philip G. Furbish
Blacksmith Shop - in Dover, N.H.





One winter many years ago my Uncle Charles drove from his home (out of the city) to attend the morning service at St. John's Church in Dover, N.H. After coming out of the church he went to the horse-shed to find his horse & sleigh, harness, whip and fur robe had been stolen by a horse-theif. I don't think they ever found out who the theif was or where the horse & sleigh went. Don't know who came to church with my uncle that day but, do know he lost a fine team. In the Fall of 1912i recall my uncle Chas riding over from Dover, N.H., with James Horn in his auto to talk over putting in steam heat for my father. A deal was made with my father that evening and the heater was installed in Nov. 1912. My brother "Cy" hauled all the radiators from Dover, N.H. with my fathers / horse team that

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Sunday
                                            Notes  -                                  May 9, 1965
By Phillip G. Furbish
"New Home" York, Maine
Formerly of Eliot, Maine
(Furbish's Hill)

Blacksmith Shop, in Dover, N.H.
Fall of 1912. That was a heavy load for the old horse over the rough dirt road. Soon after my new well was dug in 1913 which was a dry summer way into the winter of January 1941. I remember my uncle Charles F. Furbish driving over from his home in Dover, N.H. (with his horse & wagon) and coming in our drive-way at the old home. My mother went to the back-door that Sunday morning to greet him. The first thing he said to her (she said) "I want to see that fellow that had the courage to dig a well on the old home place" We always for many years had got our drinking water from the old well near the town road on the "Webb" Furbish land and we had a right -of-way to it I was told (many yrs. Ago)

 




     
     

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